The warm rays of the sun will cover your soul,
as the droplets of the mist will fall into your eyes,
the spell of the moonbeams will kiss your tender lips,
you are the epitome of a woman in love.
You walk past in time,as if no tomorrows remains,
blushed with the colors of the roses in bloom,
you stir all emotions that humans can bring,
you are the epitome of a woman in love.
You are the envy of all,as you glow in the dark,
even your silhouette dances with the stars,
your laughter is music, so soft and so sweet,
a woman in love,in a throne that is all yours alone.
Hi Vilma,
Lovely poem. But I guess I am
not in love. I know I am not in
love. ha.
wow tita, who is the lucky guy?... Vk here.
nice, nice, nice...thanks, muahhhhh...obvious ba that I am.dan dan...
I don't know about this love thing.
I might be on the verge of it. who
knows. I'll never tell. Dam.
your friend, heather